Page 85 of The Pretender
Deo’s weight suddenly leaves me, and I moan in protest. He grins at me from the side of the bed as he finally removes his clothes. Far too slowly, but I’ll take it. At least he’s getting naked.
He climbs back onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and driving the vibrator in and out of me. My cock swells and throbs, kept in check by the ring, but fucking hell, I want to come so bad.
When he slides his hot mouth down my shaft, I actually cry out in pained relief.
“Yummy.” Using his finger, he swirls his spit and my precum around the head. “You taste like heaven.”
He sucks me again, harder, massaging my balls until I’m writhing and panting on the bed. I’m so close. So fucking close. Oh fuck yeah. Here it comes. Fuck… fuckk… fuckkkkkk!
Deo pops off me seconds before I was about to blow and swings around again so his ass is in my face. Without a word, he sits on my face, rocking back and forth as I suffocate in his sweet taste. He moves dramatically so his balls and cock brush against my face, then down so I can taste his hole again.
“Good boy,” he murmurs as he rides my face.
I can’t see him from this angle, but I can imagine him squeezing his nipples, a blissed-out look of pleasure painted across his pretty features, his lips pink, his bottom lip caught in his teeth as he chases his own pleasure.
I can hardly breathe, but I don’t care. I’d die a happy man buried in Deo’s body. The tension inside me is exactly what I hoped to feel—so intense it’s almost painful, the promise of a mind-blowing orgasm just beyond my reach, my brain scrambled with sensations.
Deo leans forward, giving me even more access to his hole, and as I gobble him up, he forcefully yanks the vibrator out and away.
“Noooo,” I complain. “Oh fuck, Deo.”
“Deo? I think you mean ‘sir,’ don’t you?”
“Yes, yes, sir. Sorry. Fuck.”
“Do you want to stop? You know what to say.”
“No… fucking way.”
Deo chuckles. “So you’re having a good time, huh?”
He scoots down and turns around, gripping both our cocks in his lube slicked hand and stroking us together at the perfect pace. I force my eyes open so I can look at his beautiful face. He looks as blissed out as I feel, his pupils blown and cheeks pink. Sure enough, he’s biting his bottom lip as he works us in his talented grip.
“Do you want to come, sexy man?”
I’m close to begging but at the same time, I don’t want this sweet torture to end, so I manage to say, “That’s up to you, sir.”
“That’s right.”
My breath catches as he pushes the slender vibrator inside me again. Will he fuck me? I rarely bottom, but Deo can do whatever the fuck he wants to me right now.
“I want to be the best fuck of your life,” Deo whispers, leaning in and nipping my lips instead of giving me the kiss I want so badly. “I don’t want you to ever forget me or how good I made you feel. You’ll compare every lover you ever have to me and they’ll always be less, always leave you wanting me, because itwas only me who could make you feel this good. Only me who fucks you just the way you need it.”
“Fuck.”
A sexy smirk spreads across his face as he angles my cock to his hole. “Now I’m going to ride myself into oblivion, and after you make me cum, I’ll consider helping you out.” He grips my chin, gazing into my eyes. “So be a good boy and don’t come until I give you permission. Understand?”
Releasing a shaky breath, I nod. “Yes, sir. Use me.”
His smile softens. “I plan to.”
He lowers himself down my shaft, slowly, taking every inch like a pro, and when he bottoms out, we both exhale with relief. How I’m supposed to hold back from coming with his tight ass clenching around me and a vibrator punishing my prostate is beyond me, but I’m gonna try.
“Your cock is amazing,” Deo murmurs, slowly rocking back and forth. “Perfect size for me.”
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
He glances down at me, his expression a mixture of emotions I can’t quite read, but then he licks his lips. “I’m still waiting for you to make me prettier. Aren’t you going to dress me up?”
